Long January Poems
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Love’s a mystical force, that’s laden with nectar and emotion,
That many people sacrifice so much so often for in this life.
Love has the properties of an all-powerful alchemic potion,
Which is said can better help those in such a forlorn strife!
This famous four-letter word has such a unique persuasion,
And has made those lost in it so hopeless to understand it.
Love’s been known to make people quite crazy on occasion,
Which makes it most alluring and for some—a proverbial hit!
Love does make one very crazy at times because of its sheer power,
And its ever-emotive force affects surely the body, mind, and soul.
Love’s all-pervasiveness puts it in demand daily and by the hour,
And its deep influence is felt so special within one’s mind and soul!
Love’s that special emotion that many never really get enough of,
And as the language of Cupid, it sends signals not always clear to see.
This fuels a person’s fury when he or she only desires to be loved,
And will sacrifice all so greatly while crying even on a bended knee!
Love’s the soul’s fire and it makes one’s life whole and worth living,
And it’s the balm which calms frayed emotions—a surcease of sorrow.
Love’s an enchanted state of being, that when shared keeps on giving,
And with its angelic qualities helps all of us find that better tomorrow!
Love’s the soul’s fire, influenced by Cupid’s most wonderful intent;
And Love, worth its weight in gold is most worth having in our life,
As one seeks its solace and divine rapture on that final angelic ascent,
When God calls one’s soul to Heaven love abounding, free from strife!
God’s message is simple—a special need of love in one’s life and soul,
And that’s why love’s the soul’s fire, which makes us human and whole!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, (January 4, 2015)
(Rhyme)
Woke up yesterday morning with a dreadful thought -
fall property tax was due last November and this is
the end of January. I am a full-grown delinquent.
I am also recently widowed; my Mister always did taxes.
But God had brought it to my attention (who else,
could I hold responsible?) so I faced the music.
Went to the bank where they quickly advised
me - they don't accept early payment until April/May.
THEN at my confession, they don't take past-due taxes either.
The clerk's office downtown says the tax office has moved
to the county, only seven miles out at the new River Ridge.
BUT they've not been there and aren't really sure where.
With God as my pilot and maps on my cell phone,
I discover the yet under-developed GatewayCampus,
taking delight in God's mysteries of memory and momentum.
A romantic young man from Sherwood
Bought a ring for his girl and felt good
He left it on the bus
Air was blue with his cuss
Chased after it as fast as he could.
A chocolate lover from Bangalore
Couldn't get enough and wanted more
She had a big belly
Wobbled like a jelly
Now she cannot get out the front door.
There was a man who got into a lift
Someone before him had left him a gift
He gagged and he spluttered
Under his breath muttered
Got to his floor and oh boy did he shift.
A Dutchman was wearing new clogs
Got chased by some mean looking dogs
But he could not out run
They chewed his clogs for fun
And now they look like splintered logs.
A pilot was flying in the sky
Heard both his engines splutter and die
He'd ran out of fuel
And he felt a fool
The moral is fill up 'fore you fly.
On her birthday told hubby don't be late
And with him she wanted to celebrate
With good food and some wine
A posh place they would dine
He forgot and went drinking with a mate.
Written 17th January 2019.
your skin …
cornflow’r in the moonlite
through louvers that
slice you to tender shards
of opalescence
arranged like piano keys on
Egyptian percale
the sea of sheets we so
often drown in …
“oh baby” -
the way you say those words -
soft candle puffs
as if turning flame to wisps
coyly chasing my name from
where I thought it safe
to its utter peril upon your lips
and its baptism by the
kiss that slays …
my rapture is no longer my own
it exists only in chaos
at the source of the divine -
the wellspring
that indescribable place of
wilding wonder …
and yet …
at this moment of contentment and
joy and security -
where we are timeless and true
where every hour is midnight …
a tear leaps from my chin to its doom
unnoticed by you with
my back strategically to the moon …
because I know with certainty
(though I don’t know HOW)
that someday I’ll be alone -
someday I’ll be drenched by the same moon
remembering this very moment
remembering that I knew
that solitude would be my fate …
that I would one day ache
for the gentle, whisp’ry way
you said …
“oh baby”.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, January 24, 2024
Resolutions each January I feel I must do. Early February I will say good bye to you. Sounding off about what I did not do. Only makes me feel more blue. Lingering regrets I now have. Using my will power did not help. Tomorrow is another day. I will try again next year. Oh no the year is almost over. Now comes another resolution for the New Year. Saying I will be better this year and will try again with a new plan
Written Date: 1/22/2020
*Image of People of the Dawn by Pixabay.
Instruments of Mercy
Amidst the wailing whiplashed 'neath a moonlit plight,
Against the cowered beast of demons gnashing white,
Angst men in their temporary shanties walled bubbles,
Atheist fated them to wile their skill with steel shovels,
Apologist to the bitter end proves it's never supported,
Absolutist self-denial raw display ne'er to be thwarted,
Awarest who'd weathered the conviction of strong will,
Awkwardest fretted near sunk rocks, lost eyes wet still,
Aptest met their latest neighbor, old-timers now closer,
Antichrist organized bits of their faith sitting as a poser.
2022 January 22
January 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 1-3
Key Verse– Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
PRAISE BE TO GOD, OUR LIFE’S BEGINNING
Praise be to God, our life’s Beginning Who is our great:
Breath starter
Blessing source
Being’s salvation
Bliss’ sufficiency
Benefits’ showerer
Becoming’s strengthener
Bountifulness’ satisfaction
Genesis 1:28 Praise be to God for His commands for us to:
Bear fruits in His ministry
Bring to Him multiplied service-investments by His might
Bask in His grace-replenishment
Bow to His subduing power
Build up my faith by His miracles’ dominion
Genesis 2:7 Praise be to God for breathing unto our nostrils the breath of life, and granting us everlasting life. Thus, we are now:
Living souls
Liberated spirits
Lively saints
Learning stewards
Listening servants to His instructions
Loving sharers of His Gospel
Led soldiers toward obedience
Genesis 3:21 Praise be to God for clothing us with His:
Salvation-assurance
Sanctification-approval
Satisfaction-affluence
January 1, 2024
My heart was pounding,
My breath catching,
I saw you sitting there.
You looked my way,
Our eyes kissed,
I was already falling.
You took me home,
You gave me roses,
The smell of your cologne.
My perfume,
Permiating our senses,
The warmth I felt.
Our lips met,
My mouth smiled,
I was sure .
I showed you patience,
You showed me love,
We were falling.
You told me first,
I said it back to you,
The moon was full.
We had many dates,
In days ahead,
That numbered ninety- eight.
You were quick to ask,
Under the stars,
I said "yes".
We enjoyed the winter,
The nights were blustery and cold,
The fires burned down deep inside.
We had our first disagreement,
Words were exchanged,
My diamond dulled.
I found out you had lied,
I wanted to go,
You cried.
Your finger poking my thigh,
Trying,
Trying to convince me.
To stay.
But I knew, I had to go,
It would never,
Be the same.
The door,
The good-byes,
The tears, as I looked back.
A heart so fulfilled,
Sleeps under the stars,
Lighting my bittersweet sorrows.
My love has stayed,
Beneath your sky,
That's black as night.
The horses sigh,
Under the moon,
That's full and bright.
If you look,
To the stars,
On a clear evening,
You'll see.
A beautiful black horse,
Running,
She's wild,
But she's never really free.
Written: January 25, 2024
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Time eludes us as a cryptic puzzle.
This is our opportunity to seize it.
Spaces have a distinct sequence.
We must sustain our life pattern.
Shaken extremities.
It is scarce to start a fire with obsidian.
Still, it's worth lingering in the night.
Murmuring shards from an aloof past.
highlighted the impact
of our says a few weeks ago.
and the deep impact it can wield.
Yet, we must aim to define our souls
Let your voice billow amid a pool of views.
thence, it's crucial to stay vigilant.
even when progress is slow.
Life seems a scary puzzle conundrum.
But we must never lose our goals.
It may appear such a mundane day.
yet one day might alter everything.
Several ideas may whirl in the mind.
We are obliged to strive forward.
spreading our thoughts globally.
even amidst the perplexity.
or if our ideas are running dry.
It is crucial to bear in mind.
All us are crucial to a larger target.
Let us manage our time well.
Embrace each fleeting moment
in this state of discombobulation.
January 9 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 25-27
Key Verse – Genesis 25:21 And Isaac intreated the LORD for his wife, because she was barren: and the LORD was intreated of him, and Rebekah his wife conceived.
FAITH IN GOD WHO IS INTREATED OF US
God is intreated of us in our days of adversity
Inside His goodness is where by faith, we dwell in His blessings’ bounty
Indeed, He brings us in His presence of serenity---
It fills our souls with contentment against feeling barren and empty.
God is intreated of us in our struggles
Inside His will is where by faith, we separate from sin-wiggles
Indeed, He delivers us from cunning worldliness-tangles---
It fires our spirits against fainting due to deceit-bugles.
God is intreated of us in our famine and nothingness
Inside His provision is where by faith, we stay with productiveness
Indeed, He charges us to obey His commands of purposiveness---
It finds our hearts satisfied in digging for genuine joyfulness.
God is intreated of us in our striving
Inside His might is where by faith, we abide for strength-receiving
Indeed, He builds us up while we submit to His divine carving---
It establishes our trust in His covenant to which we are cleaving.
God is intreated of us in our dimness of vision
Inside His light is where by faith, we behold His loving compassion
Indeed, He shines on us as we obey His voice for the great commission---
It brings our eyes to radiate with His truth’s infusion, conquering confusion.
God is intreated of us in our prayers’ fervency
Inside His wisdom is where by faith, we discern with urgency
Indeed, He answers us with His presence and mercy---
It moves our conviction to arise midst supplication-consistency.
God is intreated of us in our need-caused crying
Inside His protection is where by faith, we win over iniquities’ lying
Indeed, He sustains us from doubt, unbelief and anxiety’s sighing---
It breaks our yokes from vain and useless wearying. Amen!
January 9, 2025
8th place, "A 2025 POSTED POEM" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/11/2025